Chains Willing Ch. 02

My eyes opened and I saw that I should not have came. She glared at me with some kind of disappointment and it felt it burn my heart. Should I apologize? I didn't know.

She reached behind her and grabbed a plank of wood. Without an explanation, she began paddling my butt with enough strength to send pain rushing over my whole body. I was being punished in a bad way. I cried loudly, as she spanked me over and over to the point that I couldn't feel anything.

"I'm saw-weeee!" I screamed.

Goddess, I said sorry like a little slut and she spanked me even harder. By the grace of St. Brûléa's tits, I wanted to be punished. I needed this feeling. It was surreal, to the point of epic bliss ... Punishment.

She must have beaten my poor butt until I fainted. But I understood when I woke up, to being rinsed again with cold water, that I should never cum without permission.

She set the bucket down and brought two more little worms into view, placing them on my nipples. With a grin, she unleashed another mating worm into my little mating house. This worm was grey and slimy like the others, but this one had two cocks...

Even with two cocks to fuck me with, the pain from the worms altering my nipples and clit were too much for me to ignore. It felt as if my body were on fire. I wanted to die. My poor slutty little body.

-Day Eight of the Path of Worms-

I couldn't think anymore. My body ached all over. My nipples were pulsing with heat and lust. My clit and urethra burned from being stretched and altered. I was covered in eggs and semen. My voice was shy of emotion from screaming like a whore for longer than I imagined. I couldn't tell how long I had been locked in this place. The outside world was foreign. I tried thinking about the last thing I ate. I couldn't remember. Was it cum? Who's cum? Hers? Her taller friend? I thought further back. It was a cup of tea and a cookie. That was the last human food I consumed. How long ago was that? Why haven't I starved to death? My mind ceased all thought as I passed a sack of eggs from my pussy and butt all at once.

How long have I been doing this?

-Day Nine of the Path of Worms-

Again, water splashed over me. I opened my eyes and tried to focus my attention to her as she removed the mating worm and collected its eggs. I groaned with fatigue to get her attention. She ignored me and continued cleaning the outhouse. She brought a new creature into view. This one was grey in color, had a wrinkly sack-like body, and a wet slimy mouth with four tentacles around it.

She squeezed it with her hand and it opened its mouth. A slithery pink tentacle slipped out of its little hole of a mouth and flailed it about aimlessly. I would have cringed in disgust but I was to numb to care.

She placed the worm near my butt and its tongue found its way into me. With its four tentacles around its mouth, it latched itself around my thighs and waist, connecting to me.

She let it hang from me as it did its thing, which it felt as if it inserted its long fleshy tongue all the way up my butt and into my stomach. After a moment of it fucking my entire digestive system, it came into my stomach, filling it completely with its seed.

"This is how you've been eating," she said, "This is how you will eat from now on. You will taste nothing but my cock in your mouth. This creature will feed you once a day from your butt. It will clean your mating hole and leave it empty. Its seed will digest in you and give you all that you need and you will pass out nothing but slime. You will be always fed, cleaned, and lubricated because of this creature. Do you understand, Al'nuun?"

I fainted.

She spanked me awake.

"Yes!" I screamed, to get her to stop punishing my butt.

"Yes, what?" She demanded

What did she want me to call her?

"Yes mistress?"

She smiled. My heart melted into a cum flavored oblivion. Her smile completed me.

And then I fainted again...

-The Tenth Day of the Path of Worms-

She had already cleaned the eggs from my chamber and fed me by the time I woke up. But she wasn't standing before me this time, someone else was. She smelt of incense and it roused me back to the world. I hadn't smelt anything other than cum and sweat for so long, I relished the scent.

She wore a dark purple cloak with a hood and a veil that hid her face. I could see her age through the crow's feet in her eyes and her leathery skin. Her eyes glittered in beauty, still, with her age. It was then that I realized that she was a human such as I. It surprised me. What was a human doing here? Wherever I was, that is. Who was this woman? She seemed like some sort of mage, a mystic perhaps. Her aura sent calming wafts of patience into me and I began to relax.

She bent over and prodded my clit worm with her old boney finger. It jerked and sucked harder on me, causing me to flinch in pain. Then she traced her finger up to my breasts and held them in both hands, and squeezed them. She seemed to be thinking heavily. I wanted to ask who she was and what was going on, but I kept silent like a good slave. I didn't want to do anything to merit more spankings. My Mistress' spankings were harsh and unending.

She then gripped the two worms sucking on my nipples and ripped them off. Both pain and some sort of blissful afterlife shot through my breasts causing me to cry out with a lewd moan. The woman paused for a moment, thinking.

My chest was warm with lust. Goddess please punish me. Make me feel more of this pain.

She glared down at my pussy once more and nodded to herself. Completing her task, she stood and glared at me like the little worm slave I was.

"You're doing fine," she said, with an old raspy voice.

Then she closed the door. But just after she left me in the darkness, the door opened again. My Mistress stood before me now. Her lustful grin she wore said that I was to be tormented in some way. I wanted that. The feeling in my chest increased to a scorching burn. I needed to be wrecked.

She leaned in over me and wrapped a leather strap around my neck and buckled it. Attached to the collar, a leash. She used it to pull me forward, rolling me off the latrine and onto my feet. My wrists were still bound to my ankles, so I had to waddle like a duck out of the outhouse. It was humiliating. My legs and arms were too sore to move right, so I fell over and fumbled around on the ground like a dunce. She let out a warm chuckle at my embarrassment and it send wave of twisted accomplishment through my heart. At least I brought her happiness through my humiliation.

I managed to get to my feet, still, I had to walk like a duck with my little clit worm dangling in between my thighs.

I took the opportunity to take in my surroundings. I was no longer in the Kingdom of Littuevania. I was somewhere else, north of the pass perhaps.

We were in an enclosed valley within a cave inside a mountain. This place was beautiful. I couldn't understand how this place existed. This valley was inside a mountain, indeed. A massive hole in the rock above let in enough light to support the clean green grass and the gentle trees. It was just the two of us here, and that strange old mystic. I could see here mule-driven cart of mystical wonders near, what I assumed was, the entrance.

Carved into the walls of the cavernous valley were buildings, a Castle perhaps, or maybe a village. It seemed that this place was once home to an ancient civilization.

"Keep up, Al'nuun," she said, tugging on my leash.

I hastened my waddle. My legs burned from this. By the Goddess, my thighs and calves were killing me, and the little clit worm wasn't helping either. Every movement I made sent gut wrenching pain into my tummy, and I wanted to puke. I could feel my insides slip around from being fucked, mated with, and impregnated. My holes slid and stretched letting cum and slime leak down my butt cheeks.

"This is sacred ground," said My Mistress, "This domain, I protect it from our mortal enemies."

She led me through a field a short grass and to the center where a wooden platform stood. On the platform was an upside down cross. Wrapped around the horizontal and vertical posts, leather straps. I assumed they were for me and it made me wet.

I waddled up the few stairs that led to the top. My thighs burned so damn bad I wanted to pass out. I caught my breath as she loosened the straps.

She mounted me to the post with my arms straight up pinning my head in between. Leather straps bound tight to my skin, pressing my breasts into a lewd state and making my nipples swell and tighten on my nipple rings causing me to lose my mind. My legs were spread and bound to the horizontal beam. The little clit worm dangled down over my pussy. I could barely see it as I stared down at my breasts. Goddess, my nipples were so swollen.

On the table next to the stand, a bowl of slime, a black candle, a wooden bucket full of water, and a paddle. Oh goddess, what's going to happen to me?

She stood in front of me, cupped my cheek with her hand, and stared into my eyes with a twisted passion of worm filled pain and pleasure.

"This," she began, gripping the clit worm at the base.

I stared down over my breasts at it and wondered what its purpose was and why it hurt so badly. Without a warning, she ripped it off. I screamed, again, because I was always screaming for something. But this pain was too much. It burned up into my urethra and into my tummy. Goddess, kill me. I felt its tongue slide out of my pee hole and then two lumps swelled up at the base of my hips. What was happening!?

The two lumps slid down and out of me and I felt relief like no other. I moaned like an animal as my eyes rolled back and my bladder let out several days of pee. After a moment, I regained my awareness and look down at myself.

"Oh Goddess," I said, politely.

A little pale cock with a pair of little balls in a tight scrotum was dangling over my pussy where my clit used to be. Tears ran down my face and my lips quivered at the sight of it. What had she done to me?

"You are a true Al'nuun, now," she said, "Ones with both parts are regarded highly amongst my people. You'll be found more respectable now."

What in St. Evelyn's fucked up hell did she mean?

I had a penis now? That worm gave me a cock? A functional one? I was always meant to be a freak. Now, I am truly at my most empty. My purpose ... to be tormented.

And she said, "With your holes, you will serve worms. With your mouth, you will serve me. With this?" She cupped my newly formed cock and balls in her hand and squeezed, "I will punish you. This meat's only purpose is for me to cause you pain. You will like this pain. For it will come from me."

By the Goddess, my cock existed to cause me pain. I began to harden at the thought of it. I wasn't sure how to control it, but I assumed I would be hard for the rest of my life with her.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, caving in to my sick thoughts.

She reached into the bucket of water and pulled out a worm. This one's form was a little green sack of grotesque meat that had, what appeared to be, a stinger on it. I began to sweat at the thought of its purpose. My breathing increase in an anxiety filled race.

After a moment of tugging on my cock, hardening it further. She used the worm to prick my cock all over. Instantly, each prick began to swell and itch, driving me insane. She laughed at my pain. It didn't make me feel any better. She used the tip of her finger and thumb to open my urethra and then pricked the inside with the worm. That was too much. After only the slightest of a moment, I wanted to die. My cock was so itchy it ached and pulsated in pain. I cried out loud. I begged without words with my crying.

I had always joked about dying. I wanted the Goddess to kill me sometimes. But this? This was it. I wanted St. Brûléa herself to come down from her throne and slit my throat and send me to the worst part of her hell. Please kill me, now.

I couldn't move. I couldn't itch myself. I could only scream in blood rotting agony from insanely painful wounds my Mistress had given me. I opened my red tear-filled eyes and looked at my lumpy swollen cock. I had just gotten it and it was already a ruined, bumpy, itchy mess. Clear fluid began to bead at its tip and it stung badly from the prick she gave me in my urethra.

"Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy!" I screamed, "Please, Mistress, make it stop!"

She only smiled in return as she watched me go insane. The lumps began to leak some kind of clear fluid as well, like they were ant bites, or bee stings. Oh Goddess my cock was so grotesque and humiliating.

She waited for me to calm myself. I eventually did, but I still cried endlessly though the realm of time. This was real. I really wanted to die now.

I shuttered and jerked around in my bondage to try to get my cock to hit my thigh or something to find some sort of appeasement to my suffering. Nothing worked. I quit and relaxed, with snot and tears running down my face.

"Your final test, Al'nuun."

My final test? I wanted this. Why did she have to torture me?

She stood next to me and leaned against the post I was bound to, bringing her face close to mine.

"When I say. You will come."

I nodded, "Yes Mistress."

All she did was cup her hands under my little balls, placed a finger just inside of my pussy, and used another fingertip to massage the opening to my butt. After a moment of us sharing our perverted glares...

"You will be my little pig slut."

I nodded with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Yes, Mistress."

"You like being tormented, slut?"

I nodded again. "Yes, Mistress."

She grinned. "You want to be treated like one of my animals?"

"Yes, Mistress." With all of the fucked-up things in my heart, I let my soul run its course. "I want to be the sluttiest thing you own. Please fuck me up, Mistress. Ruin my body. Humiliate me. Punish me for existing."

I felt that her smile couldn't have been any wider with glee.

"Good, pig whore. Like a filthy little thing, cum."

Through the immense pain from the wounds in and around my cock, I found my purpose. I saw myself a whore, and I loved it. I was hers. I was her slave, her property. I existed to suffer. I existed to make her smile.

I shot a long thick rope of cum from my bumpy itchy cock out a great distance. I groaned like an animal as I came. My body tightened and I thrashed around in my bondage like a captured soul. My eyes rolled back and I fell into a realm of infinite pleasure. I hoped my orgasm would have lasted an eternity.

She petted me like a dog as I came.

"Good girl," she whispered repeatedly, as she gently stroked my cock to assist my fainting orgasm.

I took my breath back and regained my composure. I relished this moment as she smiled at me.

"Are you ready to be punished?" She asked.

Without even thinking about what I had done to deserve it—

"Yes Mistress!"

With the candle, she poured its hot searing wax over my cock and I felt a sudden epic release of pain and ecstasy. I came again. I came from the pain. By the Goddess, the wax burned over my little itchy bumps and sent me into a worm sex filled perdition. Yes, this was my life. It was then that I realized that this was good punishment. I would be punished endlessly, and I would have to earn good punishment.

This lasted for a while too. She used the leather paddle to break the hardened wax around my cock, and then she'd start over by coating it again. I assumed I could cum as much as I wanted because this was the good kind of punishment, so I came to my heart's content. I came like a worm breeding Orc slave.

After a few cycles of waxing, shattering, re-waxing, she cupped my sore little cock in her hand and stared into my eyes. Silence tore the wall between us and we, without words, told each other about our love. That is, I told her I loved her in my head. I hoped she did the same.

But she did, indeed, because she kissed me on the lips. We shared this kiss for an eternity. She cupped my privates and squeezed them, sending well deserved pain up into my pelvis. She slid her tongue deep into my throat, denying me of air that I didn't need. All I needed was this.

When she broke free of my lips, she said, "One more thing, Al'nuun."

She walked away from me and over to the stone temple in the distance. The cave valley wasn't big, maybe ten or so square lengths of range. Though, I imagine I could still get lost in its endless beauty. She left me bound to the post in my lewd posture and the old mystic stepped up to me.

"Congratulations," she said, happily, "I haven't seen such an exciting binding ritual in such a long time. I'm blessed to see she has found her Al'nuun."

I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know if I was in the position to ask anything, even though she was a human like myself. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a little black book and set it on the table.

"This is my gift to you. I'll let her know I gave it to you."

I tilted my head at her, confused. What had I just done?

"Read it. It'll help you understand your new realm of existence."

I nodded. "I will."

She walked away as my Mistress stepped up to me with a bowl of black chalk in her hand.

With a smile, "I will mark you now. It will last the rest of your days and everyone will know you are my Al'nuun. No one will harm you now, unless I allow it so."

"Yes, Mistress."

She turned my head to the left to reveal the bald half of my scalp. With a finger, she drew a rune on the side of my head where I used to have hair. The rune took up the entirety of the right side of my scalp.

"Alesh Al'nuun ahowso'la—"

With the words she said, the black chalk she used to write the rune began to burn and sear my skin, giving me a permanent mark ... a tattoo.

I didn't know what it looked like but the way she touched me, I assumed it looked rather cute. I hoped it looked cute. I really did. But I guess I didn't have a choice. Either way, I was hers now, forever.

She took a step back and observed me. Then after a quick thought, she stepped forward and pulled off one of her ear rings. With a little force, she pricked it through my right ear and smiled.

"The more you have, the better slave you are," she said, happily, "You'll see ones with dozens of piercings. They are regarded as high-class slaves. You will be one someday."

I smiled. She smiled because I smiled. We both fell in love with each other right then.

"Yes Mistress."

She released me from my bondage and I stretched my sore limbs. I began to massage my cock but she slapped my wrist away.

"A slutty slave will never touch her own parts. They're only for me to punish."

"Yes, Mistress."

She placed her hand under my chin and made me stare up at her.

"What was your name?" She asked.

I stuttered in response but I eventually gathered my words and replied. "My name was Illiana."

I paused. I wanted to tell her my last name was Hollenbrooke. She wouldn't know or care what that meant but it mattered to me. I hated my last name. So...

"Illiana Baker."

In the corner of my eye I saw the old mystic tilt her head at me. Maybe she knew who I was, but she didn't interject.

My Mistress smiled. "Illiana is a pretty name for you."

I blushed and stared at the ground. She grabbed my privates and fiddled with them in the palm of her hand, causing me to wince and then return my focus to her eyes. As she played with me, she said, "My name is Koren."

For now, just knowing her first name sent both love and accomplishment flushing through my heart. She told me her first name. Mistress Koren. I smiled and cried all the same.

"That is the most beautiful name, Mistress," I said, "My Mistress."